a delicate flower

Ai Lang spent the whole afternoon cleaning up the inside and outside of the house, especially all the venues suitable for two people to "solve on the spot", he did his best to clean them.

Ailang's circle of friends is also updated very diligently today. At noon, he first posted photos of eating brunch alone, and then in the evening, he posted a few photos of the entire group of the apartment that was cleaned spotlessly. When it was dinner time, he first posted photos to his friends Asking for a recommendation for takeaway food, you have to send a picture for feedback when you get the takeaway food...

Ai Lang was very busy. Perhaps it was because he was too tired from work today. He had a good appetite. He tapped seven words on the keyboard and commented on the dinner: "Delicious, small quantity , I can’t get enough to eat.”

After posting the takeaway feedback, he habitually took a look at Zhuang Lin's circle of friends.

Ai Lang knew the reason for his strange behavior of posting wildly on Moments - the reason was that Zhuang Lin hadn't been able to reply to his messages in seconds since he met his friend, and usually it took a while to reply, Ai Lang waited for the news Waiting to scratch his head, he simply told Zhuang Lin that he was busy with something, so let's not talk for now.

The best way to solve daydreams is to cut off the source of expectations. Ellen is quite experienced in dealing with such things and never procrastinates.

But on the one hand, Ai Lang doesn't want to disturb Zhuang Lin frequently, on the other hand, he can't wait to update all the trivial matters of the day to Moments simultaneously.

Ailang scrolled through Moments in his spare time, and suddenly he was poked in the heart by Xing Lu's comments—a story that happened in spring: crazily updating Moments, just to be seen by someone.

"A story that happened in spring" is equivalent to "hair spring", which is very appropriate to describe Ai Lang's reaction today.

In Ai Lang's circle of friends, there are not a few people who are two-way friends with Xing Lu. Fortunately, Xing Lu's comment is a direct reply to Ai Lang, so there is no instant explosion in the comment area. Ai Lang stops her reply in time. Delete it, and privately poke Xing Lu to make her quiet as a chicken and stop cooing day.

The street lights outside the window turned on on time at seven o'clock, and Ai Lang fell into new anxiety. For example, what kind of state and attitude would he take to welcome Zhuang Lin "home". After all, today is the first day that the two officially live together sky.

Ai Lang said to himself, "Treat it with a normal heart", but he took an enema while taking a bath, and then struggled for a long time on the issue of "should I squeeze the lubricant by the way", and finally because he was not sure that Zhuang Lin would come back It's time to regret it.

The persistently excited mood calmed down with the onset of drowsiness.

11:30 in the evening.

The laptop on the low table was still playing the program, and the deep and sexy male voice sang folk songs in a low voice. The mobile phone fell on the carpet, turned on the screen, and popped up a WeChat message, but no one checked it.

The warm night light in the living room casts light softly, and the temperature of the air conditioner is turned on a little low. Alan curled up on the sofa next to the low table, and fell asleep with his arm on his side.

Before falling asleep, Ai Lang imagined Zhuang Lin returning home late at night, opening the door lightly and coming in. He was surprised to see Ai Lang lying on the sofa and sound asleep.Zhuang Lin smiled helplessly, walked lightly to the sofa, bent down, and kissed him gently from his forehead to his ear, rubbed his thin lips against his ear, and whispered in his affectionate tone Said: "I'm back, senior..."

Ai Lang smacked his lips, his dream was sweet, and was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Ai Lang was easily disturbed in his light sleep, frowned slightly, and the doorbell rang again, reminding him that it was not an illusion.Ai Lang rubbed his eyes, and when he got up, he realized that his left arm was numb from the pillow. His brows were tightened, and he was in a slightly bad mood. He stepped on his indoor slippers and walked over to open the door.

Ai Lang habitually hung up the anti-theft chain before opening the door, and saw Zhuang Lin standing in front of his door with a schoolbag on his back—he was obviously the handsome male protagonist who appeared in Ai Lang's dream, but the dream and reality were very different ——Ai Lang was awakened by a kiss in his dream, but in reality he was awakened by Zhuang Lin.

"Senior..."

The screen of the mobile phone Zhuang Lin was holding was still on. He was about to make a call, but he put it down when he saw Ai Lang open the door.

Ai Lang took off the anti-theft chain, opened the door, yawned and rubbed his eyes, and leaned against the door to let Zhuang Lin in.His voice was slightly hoarse, and he pretended to be dissatisfied: "You forgot to bring the key, why do you have to wake me up to open the door for you?"

Zhuang Lin let out an "ah" and explained with some embarrassment: "It's a bit late now, I'm afraid the senior will be frightened when he suddenly hears the door opening..."

Ai Lang hummed: "I wasn't frightened, but I was frightened and had a good dream. You pay me for it."

Ailang's attitude is very tough, aggressive and righteous.

Zhuang Lin blinked blankly, wondering when the senior got up, and on the other hand, he lifted the packing box in his hand flatteringly, and asked tentatively, "Can you have supper?"

Zhuang Lin packed two boxes of barbecue and a serving of shrimp porridge for two and came back. The box was still steaming, but he didn't feel more confident because of this takeaway.

"..."

Ai Lang wanted Zhuang Lin to compensate (accompany) him to finish his spring dream, but when he saw the takeaway Zhuang Lin was holding, he felt greedy and touched his deflated belly, so he had to compromise on the supper first.

Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin returned to the living room, and they sat beside the low table. Zhuang Lin thoughtfully opened all the takeaway boxes and placed them in front of Ai Lang. There are three unread messages on WeChat, three of which are from Zhuang Linfa.

Half an hour ago: "Senior, I'm looking for you now."

10 minutes ago: "Senior, I'm almost there."

3 minutes ago: "Senior?"

Ailang sat cross-legged on the sofa, rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm waiting for you to come back in the living room. I turned on the computer and watched videos to pass the time. I didn't expect to fall asleep watching it." In the circle of friends, when I clicked on the list of news, I saw that Zhuang Lin had liked his "delicious, small quantity, not full" circle of friends who reported that his friends recommended takeaways an hour ago.

No wonder I bought a midnight snack...

Thinking of this, Ai Lang became in a good mood instantly, and his two white legs on the sofa were still shaking briskly. He picked up the order receipt in the bag, glanced at it, and said suspiciously: "The store in the central square ?so far."

Zhuang Lin: "My friend and I had a meeting place nearby, and I just ordered takeaway from there. This is a restaurant recommended by my friend, and I heard it's quite delicious."

Ai Lang said "Oh", nodded, and asked again: "Is your friend a local? I thought they came from other places to play."

But AI Lang just said casually that he was not more interested in Zhuang Lin's friends than the barbecue on the table. He picked up a bunch of grilled mushrooms and ate them with relish, and then said: "I remember you are from City A, right? It's quite close to City C."

Zhuang Lin picked up the grilled mushroom skewers from the bottom, smiled and nodded, "Well, do you want to play?"

Ai Lang shook his head, smiled and handed the skewers to Zhuang Lin's mouth, let him take a bite, and said, "Farewell, you haven't even found a part-time job. Otherwise, you are in charge of beauty Ruhua, how about I take care of the family?"

Ai Lang winked at Zhuang Lin, with a frivolous smile on his lips, and he learned vividly the essence of playboys molesting good women in TV dramas.

Zhuang Lin smiled helplessly, and suddenly thought of something, took out the key from the small compartment of the schoolbag, and put it next to Ai Lang's cell phone.

As soon as Ai Lang saw his move, his smile froze immediately, and he asked, "what do you mean?"

As soon as Ai Lang finished saying "I'll be in charge of supporting the family", Zhuang Lin returned the key to him, which meant to refuse in person.

Zhuang Lin didn't expect that Ai Lang frowned in a blink of an eye, blinked innocently, and said blankly: "Senior gave me the key yesterday, didn't you worry that you won't be here when I come here today? I'm here now, so just take the key I gave it back to you... What's wrong with me?"

The last question was asked carefully.

"..."

Ailang did not make it clear when he gave the key to Zhuang Lin yesterday. He thought that there was no need to say too much about romance, but he said "I'm afraid I won't be here when you come back, so I'll give it to you" in a vague and vague way. Other express...

Ailang realized later that he confirmed that Zhuang Lin didn't refuse in person, but just got in without knowing it, and his expression was a little slow. He picked up the key and put it back in Zhuang Lin's hand. This time he said bluntly: "This is the backup key. I have given it to you." You, now it's yours, you don't have to return mine. And you can come and go in this apartment at any time without my consent. Do you understand?"

Zhuang Lin looked at Ai Lang blankly, as if he understood, but he didn't seem to understand.

Ellen raised his chin and asked, "Don't want it?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Lin clenched his palms into fists, holding the key in the palm of his hand with five fingers, a little embarrassed, but he firmly replied: "I want..."

Ai Lang raised his eyebrows at Zhuang Lin. He was in a good mood. Since he was holding a skewered bamboo stick in his hand, he held Zhuang Lin's chin with the back of his hand, clicked his tongue twice, and said in a serious manner: "Hey, How can you be so handsome, let me take care of you, okay?"

Zhuang Lin blushed as expected, and replied softly: "The senior is definitely at a loss..."